Cassandra Myers could barely afford her scrubs, let alone luxuries, as she worked double shifts to pay off her deceased parents’ loans. Yet every evening, the exhausted nurse would stop at her neighbors’ house – home to four elderly sisters who needed help with tasks their aging bodies could no longer manage.
“I never thought twice about helping,” Cassandra said. “They were like the grandmothers I never had.” The sisters – Marie, Lisa, Clara, and Mindy – became her refuge from life’s stresses. Their home smelled of cinnamon and old books, their stories painting vivid pictures of decades past. Though they offered payment, Cassandra always refused, valuing their friendship more than money.
As the years passed, Cassandra helped each sister through their final days, organizing funerals when their own children couldn’t be bothered to attend. At the last service, a lawyer delivered shocking news: the sisters had left everything they owned to Cassandra. “Their children were furious,” the attorney recalled, “until they read the letters their mothers had prepared.”
The notes simply stated: “You had no time for me in life; I have nothing for you in death.” The inheritance transformed Cassandra’s life, allowing her to pay off debts and secure her future. Now, she tends the sisters’ graves, where mysterious bouquets appear annually – silent apologies from children who finally understood what truly matters.
